The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 109: A Real Human? Let’s See if He Can Get An Erection

Chapter 109: A Real Human? Let’s See if He Can Get An Erection

After a while, we walked up a large vine like a stairway, thick and ridged enough to serve as a natural ramp.

The vine twisted gently upward, bark warm and faintly pulsing under my boots, small glowing buds blooming along its length whenever Isabelle brushed her fingers against them. They opened like tiny lanterns, casting soft golden light that guided our path.

We arrived in their training center.

A small note: the "sun" here was an artificial magical light that mimicked day and night.

High above us, suspended in the vast canopy like a floating orb, it glowed a warm amber now, making it resemble the approach of evening somehow.

But there wasn’t any sunset at all; just literal day or night flipping at some unseen command.

I feel like the shift would be weird, but oddly interesting; like the realm had its own quiet rhythm, independent of the outside world.

The training center itself was quite large and breathtaking.

It resembled a huge flat mushroom cap, broad and slightly domed, hovering mid-air on a thick central stem that rose from the forest floor far below.

The cap’s surface was spongy yet firm, covered in a carpet of luminescent moss that cushioned every step and glowed faintly under pressure.

Rings of concentric circles marked the platform—each one a different training zone: inner rings for basic spellcasting, middle for duels, outer for flight maneuvers.

Vines draped from the edges like natural railings, blooming with flowers that released calming pollen whenever someone cast too aggressively.

The whole structure seemed to float serenely, connected to surrounding trees by swaying bridges of silk and light.

Everyone I could see looked like teenagers or younger; with slender and delicate, wings fluttering in bursts of color. Most held this small glowing orbs that pulsed with contained magic, with wands of crystal or vibrant wood.

A few carried weapons: slender swords that shimmered like it was reflecting rays of moonlight, and spears tipped with thorns that dripped glowing substance.

They moved in graceful patterns, like spinning or diving, or casting spells that bloomed into harmless fireworks or illusory beasts.

Their laughter mixed with the sharp crack of magic colliding.

And the person seeming to coach them was a dark-skinned fairy with short insect wings.

She stood at the center of the middle ring with her arms crossed, and her posture straight and commanding.

Her dress was basically a tight crop top with a high turtleneck collar that hugged her throat like black leather, the fabric stretching taut across her slightly-bigger-than-the-other-fairies breasts, outlining every curve and the subtle dip of her sternum.

It ended just below her ribs, exposing a toned midriff dusted with faint golden scars that caught the light like delicate jewelry.

Below that, black tight shorts clung to her hips and ass like a second skin; high-cut on the sides to show the powerful sweep of her thighs, the material was so snug it molded perfectly to the perky, rounded globes of her backside.

Every shift of her weight made the shorts ride up slightly, accentuating the firm cleft between her cheeks and the way her muscles flexed beneath smooth, rich brown skin.

Her short insect wings were translucent and veined with gold, quivering faintly when she barked an instruction, adding a subtle vibration to her already magnetic presence.

She had golden eyes that flashed like molten sunlight and blonde hair tied in a single thick braid that swung down her back like a whip.

Muscles corded her arms and legs, but they were defined, not bulky. The kind earned from constant motion.

Also, some scars marked her body: thin silver lines across her biceps, and a jagged one near her cheek that only made her look fiercer. But it didn’t spoil her cuteness at all; if anything, it made it wildly adorable.

Ah, I wanted to cuddle her like a plush toy and fall asleep with my face buried against that strong, scarred shoulder while she protested and grumbled about it being too tight!

"Uhm, are every fairy here female?" I asked Isabelle as we stood at the mouth of the training center, one foot still on the vine-stair, the other on the mossy cap. "I only see girls."

Isabelle chuckled with that soft, amused voice of hers, and she replied, "What do you mean? 75% of the fairies here are male..."

What?!

I looked back at the view, but I could only see cute girls everywhere... but she’s saying they’re mostly boys?! Femboy then?

My brain wasn’t processing the information properly; the slender figures twirling wands, the delicate wings, the soft laughter, the smooth skin and graceful movements. Everything screamed feminine to my human eyes.

Were they all just... extremely androgynous? Or was fairy biology that different?

W... Would they let me check their genitals to confirm...? I don’t know if sexual harassment is a thing here.

The thought flashed unbidden and mortifying, but I shoved it down hard, cheeks burning.

"Ah, big sis!" The dark-skinned fairy waved enthusiastically and began to run toward us.

So she won’t fly too, huh? And big sis? 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Her braid bounced with each step, golden eyes lighting up as she closed the distance. The tight crop top shifted with her movement, hugging her breasts tighter; the shorts rode up just enough to emphasize the powerful flex of her thighs and the pert bounce of her ass.

"You came to the training area? That’s rare," she said, slowing to a stop in front of us. Then her captivating golden eyes flashed at me, sharp and curious. "And...? What’s this? Queen Titania’s new doll?"

"He is real, though, Roselyn," Isabelle said calmly.

Roselyn—apparently her name—reached out without hesitation and poked my chest, then my cheek, as if testing for solidity.

Her fingers were warm, calloused from training, yet surprisingly gentle. She circled me once, inspecting like I was a rare artifact.

"Liar! As if Her Majesty would ever... bring... a real human... here..."

Her voice trailed off, and her face went pale as she realized I was having an erection.

Well, my body wasn’t a statue, and she was touching me everywhere!

She had been touching my body playfully—fingers trailing down my arm, pressing against my abs through the shirt, then sliding lower in innocent curiosity.

When her palm brushed the front of my pants, she froze. Then, mischievously, she grabbed my dick from the fabric—firm but not cruel, fingers curling around the thick ridge that strained against the material.

Her golden eyes widened as she felt the full, throbbing length: hot, rigid, pulsing under her grip.

The sudden contact sent a jolt straight through me—my cock twitched hard in her hand, swelling further against the confines of my pants, the head almost outlined clearly through the fabric as blood rushed south.

She squeezed experimentally once—testing weight, girth—her thumb brushing the sensitive underside where the shaft met the swollen tip. A bead of pre-cum darkened the material; she noticed, eyes flicking down, lips parting in surprise.

"Ah! Please forgive me!" She released me instantly, hands clasping together in front of her chest, bowing low. "Our queen is used to bringing magical dolls here and having them fawn over her pitifully!"

"I didn’t need to hear something so sad!"